Ursa Minor on Earth: A Poetic Visual Story

Ursa Minor on Earth by Mohammad Dadmand Beneath a sky of shattered glass, Where stars like whispered secrets pass, A silent bear begins to roam, With constellations carved in bone. No crown of fire, no thunder’s breath, Just moss and wind, and dreams of death. Yet on his back, the starlight lies A map once etched across the skies. Ursa Minor, bold and bright, Now walks with paws, not wings of night. Each glowing star, a frozen flame, Each line a path, without a name. Through forest black and oceans wide, He carries heaven on his hide. A living myth, a walking chart, With galaxies that pulse like heart. He does not roar. He does not kneel. The stars have taught him not to feel. But in his eyes, the sky returns, A fire cold, that slowly burns. So if you find him in the wild, The starlit beast, both fierce and mild Do not run, and do not speak. He holds the light that humans seek. A poem from a visual story I’m developing where constellations walk among us. I’m tagging this poetic series as it unfolds. Let the myth continue.